All Gu Lanchun said made Chen Baoxiang's blood boil sometimes and his heart was cold, just like a sand gull in the distance, rising and falling, with nowhere to stop.

"Why is this so? You have been singing opera for so many years and are so famous in Peking and Shanghai... Why do you have to do such a dangerous thing? Can't you sing opera well?"

"Boss Chen, the land of China can no longer tolerate a stage. Where can I perform? The Japanese invaders used bayonets and bullets to massacre my Chinese people. Everyone was dead. Who will listen to the opera? Look at Jinan. How many people have died since the Japanese invaders occupied this place - you are an amateur, and the people certainly don't know, but there is a mass grave outside the city...the mass graves are trapped..."

Chen Baoxiang was speechless, he knew something.

There are always some Jinan people who suddenly disappear, sometimes even a family, and several families disappear at the same time, just like they were blown away by a tornado, and no news was left behind.

At first, the people didn't care.

Only when the people knew that someone had found the bodies of those people in the mass grave did the people realize that an invisible magic hand was grabbing the lives of Jinan people.

"Why is it you?"

"Why isn't it me? Is Gu Lanchun who is singing opera more noble than Gu Lanchun who begged along the street? Under the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders, anyone could be me, or you, or even the corpses on the mass graves!"

Chen Baoxiang was speechless, his avatar was about to explode.

He was worried that he would die if he couldn't see Gu Lanchun.

When he saw Gu Lanchun, he realized that some things were more terrifying than death.

"What else can I... do for you?"

"You are an amateur. If you don't come to disturb me, you will be the biggest help."

Gu Lanchun carried the grass handle, bowed his head and walked towards Gongyuan Wall Gen Street.

Chen Baoxiang looked at her back, and his legs were trembling. He had no idea for a moment and could only sit down while touching a big stone.

"What should we do? Both the Eighth Front Army and Gu Lanchun want to enter the Liyuan Mansion, and the Sharp Gun will not stand by and watch. What are they fighting for?"

It was not until lunch that Chen Baoxiang cheered up and returned to the rice shop.

Liu Yue'e told him: "Someone gave something to him. It was a New Year gift, leaving only one name, Xiaoqi."

Xiaoqi is a person who travels around the sea, so the New Year gift was sent by the Eight Front Army traveling around the sea.

"Master, what's wrong with these days? You go out every day, you're in a daze, back and forth, and the baskets are empty. Even if you buy a few onions or a few cabbages?"

Chen Baoxiang's mind was so turbulent that he didn't want to answer Liu Yue'e's words, so he went straight into the north room and fell on the bed with his clothes.

I don’t know how long it took, but he heard Xiu'er shouting: “Dad, dad, get up and have a meal…”

He got up in a daze and found that it was already dusk and he had been lying on the bed for most of the day.

Chuanwen and Chuanwu have already returned and are sitting at the table, chatting with each other.

"Dad, do you know? Today, the Japanese devils arrived at the goods station to arrest people, saying that they were arresting people from the Eighth Front Army. However, they found nothing. They held a list of about a dozen names, but these people had already quit their jobs and were not sure where to go."

The flow of people on the goods table is too large, and many people’s names and good citizen certificates are forged. This kind of thing that cannot find people with a list often happens.

"Dad, Erbatou said that the people from the Eighth Front Army also caught up with the Japanese guns. In the past two months, they stole four boxes of spears and a box of grenades, which were the batch of guns we carried. These people were really bold. They hid the guns in the sewer first, transported them away at night, and separated them out of the city. It is said that they had arrived at Dafeng Mountain!"

Chen Baoxiang sat down and Chuanwen sighed: "By the mountain and eat the mountain, and rely on the water to eat the water. The boxes on the cargo table are piled up in mountains. The people of the Eighth Front Army are envious and bold. They come to steal guns. Once they are caught by the Japanese, they will lose their lives."

Chuanwu glared at him: "Catch it? If there are guns, can they still be caught? If you pick up the gun, just fight the Japanese! I don't believe that the Japanese Japanese are fired by iron, and they can't even kill bullets?"

Of course, the Japanese were not attacked by iron, but they were trained to shoot guns, and they were not enough to talk about them with red mouths and white teeth.

Chen Baoxiang's head was still hurting, and he was spinning, his stomach was disgusting, and he didn't want to eat anything.

Liu Yue'e served the rice. In addition to the meat stewed with radish and cabbage that she usually ate, shrimp paste, and a braised black fish.

Chuanwu was surprised and happy: "Mom, did you worship the gods today? Is there such a big fish?"

Liu Yue'e happily replied: "This is a New Year gift that someone gave to your father today. In addition to fish, there are also snacks, bacon, cigarette rolls, and live chicken..."

Chuanwu clapped his hands and smiled: "That's great, great, Dad, it's the first time someone has given you a New Year gift in so many years!"

Chen Baoxiang's mouth was bitter and he didn't know what to say.

Some people give New Year gifts, and some people give small yellow croakers, but they don’t know whether these things can be spent with their lives.

During the meal, the mail asked: "Dad, last time the second head said that the Japanese arrested people and sent them directly to the Liyuan Mansion. The Eighth Front Army has insiders at the cargo stations in various places. As long as it is time to transport guns, these people will steal guns and bullets openly and secretly. The second head made everyone widen their eyes. As long as they find someone stealing guns, they will be rewarded for reporting."

Liu Yue'e interrupted: "I dare not do that. If you report others and be known, it will be troublesome."

Chuanwu slapped the table: "What kind of report is reported? I won't! If I see someone stealing a gun, I will not only not report it, but also have to help me steal the gun and divide it into one. Anyway, it's the Japanese's things, so don't be useless!"

Liu Yue'e raised her chopsticks and knocked on the back of Chuanwu's hand: "Just talk, what table should I slap? Where did I learn so many bad habits? We Jinan people should understand the rules and follow the rules."

Chuanwu smiled: "I'm telling the truth, Dad, why can't we steal guns? I don't believe it anymore. There are so many boxes and so many guns, can the Japanese count them?"

Chen Baoxiang's mind was not about eating or chatting at all. He had been thinking about what Gu Lanchun had said.

"The land of China cannot accommodate a stage... What if Jinan City cannot accommodate a small rice shop? What should I do? Only by driving the Japanese away can I truly live a good life."

He thought many times that as long as Chief Han or other chiefs returned to the army to counterattack, he would definitely join the team and slaughter the Japanese.

After dinner, Chuanwu pulled Chuanwen and stood in the middle of the yard, holding a grinding stick in both hands, and performing a gun for him to go home.

Chen Baoxiang walked to the store and sat next to the stove.

He remembered Gu Lanchun's play that he had heard before, and there was a scene of "Sitting in the Palace" in "Silang Tanmu".

Gu Lanchun played Princess Tiejing, and his movements and singing on the stage made him indulge in it.

I don’t know when he began to be obsessed with Gu Lanchun. This obsession was never said, but was just hidden in his heart.

It was not until Gu Lanchun and Lian Chengbi met at the rice shop that he really had close contact with each other.

Unexpectedly, I will lose my life at first sight.

His heart was no longer in his stomach, but was tied to Gu Lanchun.

"Where will she settle down tonight? Is it Yuqian Cheongsam Shop? Or..."

After the battle at the Meihua Mansion, the name Gu Lanchun was wanted and could not stay in a hotel anywhere.

He took out the small yellow croaker sent by the Eighth Front Army, gently stroked it, and smiled bitterly.

The little yellow croaker is a good thing, but since ancient times, I don’t know how many heroes have lost their lives because of this little yellow croaker.

Wu Yixiao ran over from Zhaoyuan just for the little yellow croaker of the Eighth Front Army.

Although it is a great thing to win the birth gift by wisdom, it is impossible to escape death if the matter is exposed.

Chen Baoxiang's thoughts were getting farther and farther away. He slowly thought that when Chief Han abandoned the city and fled, he claimed that he could not leave the good things to the Japanese devils, took away all the gold, silver and soft materials in the mansion, and set a fire.

The most regrettable thing is the leading car. From Chief Zhang to Chief Han, over the years, how many think tanks have been cracked, but it is still impossible to determine what the leading car points to?

Now, Chief Zhang is dead, Chief Han is dead, and the whereabouts of the dragon head car are unknown - "Is it true that as the warlock of the martial arts world said, this dragon head car is a death-seeking gold medal?"

When Chief Han was in charge of Shandong, many strange things happened in Jinan.

Chen Baoxiang remembers that Chief Han’s pistol team once searched for Japanese spies all over the city.

The spies pretended to be painters, journalists, and tourists, photographed and reported them to the Japanese military headquarters along the railways in Jinan, important factories, wealthy mansions, and wealthy bunkers.

Before the Japanese army officially crossed Shanhaiguan, they already knew Jinan well.

Chen Baoxiang had seen it, and just in front of the Chief's mansion, Chief Han personally shot and executed the Japanese spies.

The people all over the city came to watch and applauded. However, the people also felt that killing people with pistols was more interesting than cutting them into pieces.

Chen Baoxiang's mouth moved, and he wanted to laugh, but his mouth was full of bitterness and he couldn't laugh out loud in the end.

He missed the grand occasion at that time, and the entire Jinan City caused a sensation. After all, it was the first time that Chief Han publicly executed Japanese spies, and under the pressure from Peking.

The more cheerful you were at that time, the more frustrated you were at the moment.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, someone came in.

He thought it was Liu Yue'e, so he didn't look up.

It was not until the man sat down that Chen Baoxiang realized that it was Yu Shutong.

Yu Shutong's face was flushed, and as soon as he spoke, the smell of alcohol came over: "Boss Chen, do me a favor-"

Chen Baoxiang looked at the other party and was speechless.

The magic gun will be powerful and you don't need his help at all.

Or, any gang, the so-called asking for his help, is a rhetoric.

"Boss Chen, I want to kill someone. Please help me. The reward is ten small yellow croakers. How about it?"

"You are drunk, don't talk nonsense here, beware of being targeted by the Japanese spy."

"Fuck, I'm not drunk, I'm awake! I'm the 14th head of the Sharp Gun Club, he's the 4th head of the Sharp Gun Club... By the way, have you ever heard of the story of Emperor Yongzheng ascending the throne?"

Chen Baoxiang heard Yu Shutong's words clearly, and the other party mentioned the "Four Heads", of course, it was referring to Ben Leihu.
Chapter completed!